My story is about my son that i had lost back in 1995 due to cancer and he was only 5 years old.He had said he wanted a little yorkshire puppy because it was small and cuddly.That wish came true and him and his oncology doctors had come up with a beautiful name that i could never forget.They named his new puppy chemo named after his chemotherapy.As the months went on my son seemed like he was getting better only because he now knew he had a new puppy to go home for.We had to go back in the hospital for more chemo and some radiation.My son kept saying he didnt feel good and that his head was hurting so bad.Well with knowing that you couldnt have puppies in a hospital the hospital took it into consideration knowing that chemo belonged to a cancer patient.My friends had brought his puppy into the hospital to see him and even got to stay the night.The next day unfortunatley my son had a tumor that bursted in his brain and he ended up in a coma that same day.He then passed away a few hours later,So that left me with his dog that i had loved so much because it was his.Now i only had a dog that was part of my sons and for the last 14 years i shared my life with still my sons dog until just last week on saturday april 4,2009 he suddenly passed away and left me to go be with my son once again.